Absurdity

By: JEMMIE MALAVIKA

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And there stands my Professor

Teaching out of his vein-fed passion

His infotainment lecture

Engulfing the attention

Of even the active bug

In the hall, where I seem to be

The contradictory one!

The pressure in his vocals

His ignorance of the spit of saliva,

Out of too much dedication

With ultimate preparation

Which I could describe

About the intensity of his oration.

 

On the other hand,

There am I, sitting,

Trying to figure out what the title of

His speech would be,

Such a pictorial demonstration

Of a beautiful subject may be,

Yet everything seems blur

The extreme nullness

The constellation of thoughts

Drifting from the birth of mine

To the value of my existence here!

Penning this poem

Neither with any chronology

Nor with a proper theme,

Unfortunate, yet fortunate enough

To find contentedness in

Scribbling the above words

Because people do not always accompany

To hear my musings

But writing firmly accepted

This flawful writer to feel its

Intoxication during its reproduction.

Though producing futile offsprings

Yet adding a star to the beauty of the late night sky!

 

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